A Real Life Mouse Trap

Anyone remember this game?

1986 was the year it came out, and I owned the game.  The object is, as you can imagine, to catch the mouse. 

The fake mouse, that is.

Stop here, if you don’t want to hear this.

Fast forward to 2008 when momma  had her first mouse encounter.   I stepped into my shower only to find one coming through the drain.  There was yelling, screaming, and maybe a little crying.  I used the guest bathroom for 2 months. 

2009 was my next mouse encounter.  Or, perhaps I should say mice.  On a Friday night he was spotted--that beady eyed gross rodent crawling in my house. Of course, I about jumped out of my chair. I knew I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I just couldn't figure out a) how it got in our house and b) how to quickly dispose of it. Of course, I was home alone with no more testosterone than that of a 3 year old and a wimpy dog. So, I called Josh completely hysterical telling him that there was a mouse and I had no idea how it came in but I knew it was near the tv unit. He got home by 9, set the mouse traps, and we waited.  The next day, I heard that horrible snap.  However, things didn’t go as planned.  The mouse was only caught by his legs.  Hysteria set in again as I ran from neighbor to neighbor to come and dispose of this half trapped rodent in my living room.  On a Saturday evening, no one was home.  So, I did what my coworkers consider the unimaginable and picked up the trap and tossed him into the yard only to freeze to death.  Seriously, had someone been there to do it for me, I would have not come near it! I thought it was over from there, but it was only the beginning.

A few nights later, Josh spotted a late night mouse roaming our HALLWAYS.

Finally, Josh patched up the holes and we were in the clear for a while. 

Fast forward to 2010.  Most recently at approximately 9:45 pm, I walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat.  To my surprise, I found a mouse running across my  COUNTERTOPS!

Traps, poison, and more exploring of open holes.

Last night in the early morning, I heard a major ruckus in my house and was honestly scared to go see what it was about.  This morning I saw the laundry room barricaded off and all of the toys out of the toy closet.  I woke Josh up long enough to ask him what I figured he would answer. 

Toby and Josh had spotted one and were on a mouse hunt.  

This story is assumed to be continued.  Until then, our house is currently set up as a mouse trap. 

My manager, friends, and coworkers all think I am seriously the bravest woman alive.  I wouldn’t say that necessarily. Had Josh been home those times, I would have been on the chair screaming.  However, it could be considered sad that the shock factor left about 2 months ago when I see one now. 

P.S. I have pictures, but I will refrain from sharing them.  :)